Holy ghosts,
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When do you come out to play?
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'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,
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He'd better start looking today.
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Last week my baby hit the slopes.
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I spent the weekend setting traps in the road.
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I should have been cutting out my eyelids,
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you'll never guess what baby did when she got home.
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Na na na na
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Now at least the birds are singing to me,
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but what they're trying to say,
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I don't know.
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(you're beautiful)
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I think they come from the cold
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(for all your big mistakes)
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I think they come from the cold
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(you stayed the same)
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to the city that doesn't snow.
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So I drove until we both broke down.
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I was stranded in a border town
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believing the motel TV would bring me to safety,
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but between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly
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I've come to find, that I can't be defined
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so I turned it off, now convinced I would cross
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Took one last look at the gold
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as it shattered on a mountaintop.
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Now I believe the sun, it's like a symphony.
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But what it's trying to play,
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I don't know.
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(you're beautiful)
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I think it's come from the cold
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(for all your big mistakes)
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I think it's come from the cold
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(you stayed the same)
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to the city that doesn't snow.
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C'mon Holy ghosts
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When do you come out to play?
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'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,
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He'd better start looking today.
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So I can rise with the river
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We all float before we sink
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So pray for satellites,
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Pray for courtesy
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and pray that it can climb mountains to me!
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I say goodbye to the canyon.
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I will set sail to the streets
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where I don't care to be forgiven
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I want to be forgotten.
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I don't care to be forgiven
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When Lord I only want to be forgotten!
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Now I receive a call from my family
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and what they started to say
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brought me home.
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(you're beautiful)
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They think I'm beautiful
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(for all your big mistakes)
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They think I'm beautiful
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(you're beautiful)
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for all my big mistakes.
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Benson Hedges
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Fun. |